Category: Back 2 Life
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Dirty Hands
Growing up, my hands were always dirty. Whether I was playing in a sandbox in our backyard, helping move pipes and tubes on the farm, or tending to one of the many gardens our family had, dirt was a part of life that we didn’t avoid in my childhood. Which is why today when my…
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Quiet Noise
One of my most vivid memories from childhood was the day I got run over on my bicycle near my house. My parents had called out for us to come home, and I knew, on that particular day, that meant that we would be going to Leal’s for dinner and I could eat chips and…
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One Glass at a Time
Growing up, we spent more of our evenings outside than inside, especially when my Mamaw was alive. She had an affinity for watching the sunset each evening, for listening to the critters and creatures near her old house chitter and chatter, for simply feeling “God’s breath” on her neck. I sometimes thought it was Satan’s…
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Back to Life, Back to Reality
School has kicked back off in our world, bringing with it the ability to get back to enjoying the things that make me, me. Having children who are neuro-spicy means that my summer is filled with doing everything in my power to make sure they don’t do something to hurt themselves or someone else because…
J.Rhett Lively 